being in france
around normal, nice people all the time, has finally given me an answer as to why I've been sticking with scumbags and crusties lately. that, and reading fight club has made me feel like more of a cockroach than I ever have in my life.
with those two ideas in mind, I present to you a letter to the fine citizens of tompkins, written at two in the morning following an all-day hangover in which I puked roughly every thirty minutes regardless of whether or not there was anything in my stomache. ahem:
look at me. I'm no better than any of you. I'm a mess, I'm scummy, I'm a drunk and a slut and I don't like myself very much at all. I fuck things up wherever I go. we're here because we're all the same in one way or another and we're the only people who will put up with each other. we're here because we've decided that self destruction is the best form of self improvement. we congregate in the human garbage dumps of the world. you can't do anything to ruin me, because I wouldn't be here in the first place if there weren't already something wrong. I am deeply disappointed in the human race. their world, out there, has broken me, so now the world in here feels like home. here, at least we don't pretend to be anything more than what we are.
here's missing you, skylar
with those two ideas in mind, I present to you a letter to the fine citizens of tompkins, written at two in the morning following an all-day hangover in which I puked roughly every thirty minutes regardless of whether or not there was anything in my stomache. ahem:
look at me. I'm no better than any of you. I'm a mess, I'm scummy, I'm a drunk and a slut and I don't like myself very much at all. I fuck things up wherever I go. we're here because we're all the same in one way or another and we're the only people who will put up with each other. we're here because we've decided that self destruction is the best form of self improvement. we congregate in the human garbage dumps of the world. you can't do anything to ruin me, because I wouldn't be here in the first place if there weren't already something wrong. I am deeply disappointed in the human race. their world, out there, has broken me, so now the world in here feels like home. here, at least we don't pretend to be anything more than what we are.
here's missing you, skylar